Текст песни Тинь Сонця - Там де Ятрань круто вьется

Where Yatran cool winds ,
From the stone hits the water
There she took water ,
Browed young .

You, girl, lucky you :
As you father, mother is
Reed large, white house ,
Everything in the house is yours.

But I am poor , untalented ;
Step wide - that is my matchmaker ,
Sabre , tube - the whole family
Gray horse - he is my brother.

Oh how hard life is ,
For those damned gentlemen
Skin stripped from us
And sewed zhupan .